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Война, 1941,
было не легко,
но мы теперь видим где мы
Война на смерть, за нашу жизнь,
И мы обязаны теперь их защитить.
Нашим ветеранам живется не легко, на парад, на праздник зовут раз в год,
Про кого-то вообще совсем все забыли,
Кого-то за медали в подворотне убили.
И слезы теперь у нового поколения,
Какие-то ублюдки подвергают ветеранов истреблению.
За их великий подвиг, за истребления фашизма,
Теперь их убивают из-за личной выгоды.
Для нас ветераны те же самые родители,
Прошлого настоящего и будущего ангелы хранители
Настоящие герои, символ нашей родины,
У каждого из нас в сердце место им найдется
При одной только мысли, сердце кровью обольется.
Думать, помнить чтить и хранить,
Наших прадедов и бабушек мы обязаны всегда,
Сердца каждого из нас пронизывает нить
Гордость и боли за те страшные года.
Мой прадед воевал, под Смоленском с фашистами,
Контузило там, из гранатометного выстрела,
Товарищей уже нет, упал на поле боя,
Под каской и из уха текло много крови.
Произошла перезагрузка всех его мыслей,
Он отдал себя полностью за свою отчизну,
О чем он думал в тот момент, не знает никто,
Но в его глазах не было страха, уверен за него.
Спустя 2ое суток проходили мимо свои,
Но разглядеть среди посмертных героев его не смогли.
Остался мой прадед лежать на поле боя,
Брошенный судьбой как камень в море.
Позже пошли немцы, и их не разглядев,
Мой прадед подумав что свои поднял руку вверх,
Его они засекли и забрали себе,
Не мало пришлой пережить его русской душе.
Думать, помнить чтить и хранить,
Наших прадедов и бабушек мы обязаны всегда,
Сердца каждого из нас пронизывает нить
Гордость и боли за те страшные года.
Думать, помнить чтить и хранить,
Наших прадедов и бабушек мы обязаны всегда,
Сердца каждого из нас пронизывает нить
Гордость и боли за те страшные года.
War, 1941,
It was not easy
But now we see where we
The war on death, for our life,
And we are obliged to protect them now.
It is not easy for our veterans, for a parade, for the holiday they call once a year,
They completely forgot about someone at all,
Someone was killed for medals in the gateway.
And tears now have a new generation,
Some bastards subjected veterans to extermination.
For their great feat, for the extermination of fascism,
Now they are killed due to personal benefits.
For us veterans are the same parents,
Past and future angels keepers
Real heroes, symbol of our Motherland,
Each of us has a place in our hearts
With one thought, the heart will seduce with blood.
Think, remember to honor and store,
We always owe our great -grandfathers and grandmothers,
The hearts of each of us are permeated by the thread
Pride and pain for those terrible years.
My great -grandfather fought under Smolensk with the Nazis,
Contusion there, from a grenade -made shot,
There are no more comrades, fell on the battlefield,
A lot of blood flowed under the helmet and from the ear.
There was a reboot of all his thoughts,
He gave himself completely for his homeland,
What he was thinking at that moment, no one knows
But there was no fear in his eyes, confident for him.
After the 2nd day, they passed their own,
But they could not see among the posthumous heroes.
My great -grandfather remained on the battlefield,
Thrown fate as a stone in the sea.
The Germans went later, and not looking at them,
My great -grandfather thought he raised his hand up,
They sketched it and took it to themselves
Not a little to come to survive his Russian soul.
Think, remember to honor and store,
We always owe our great -grandfathers and grandmothers,
The hearts of each of us are permeated by the thread
Pride and pain for those terrible years.
Think, remember to honor and store,
We always owe our great -grandfathers and grandmothers,
The hearts of each of us are permeated by the thread
Pride and pain for those terrible years.
It was not easy
But now we see where we
The war on death, for our life,
And we are obliged to protect them now.
It is not easy for our veterans, for a parade, for the holiday they call once a year,
They completely forgot about someone at all,
Someone was killed for medals in the gateway.
And tears now have a new generation,
Some bastards subjected veterans to extermination.
For their great feat, for the extermination of fascism,
Now they are killed due to personal benefits.
For us veterans are the same parents,
Past and future angels keepers
Real heroes, symbol of our Motherland,
Each of us has a place in our hearts
With one thought, the heart will seduce with blood.
Think, remember to honor and store,
We always owe our great -grandfathers and grandmothers,
The hearts of each of us are permeated by the thread
Pride and pain for those terrible years.
My great -grandfather fought under Smolensk with the Nazis,
Contusion there, from a grenade -made shot,
There are no more comrades, fell on the battlefield,
A lot of blood flowed under the helmet and from the ear.
There was a reboot of all his thoughts,
He gave himself completely for his homeland,
What he was thinking at that moment, no one knows
But there was no fear in his eyes, confident for him.
After the 2nd day, they passed their own,
But they could not see among the posthumous heroes.
My great -grandfather remained on the battlefield,
Thrown fate as a stone in the sea.
The Germans went later, and not looking at them,
My great -grandfather thought he raised his hand up,
They sketched it and took it to themselves
Not a little to come to survive his Russian soul.
Think, remember to honor and store,
We always owe our great -grandfathers and grandmothers,
The hearts of each of us are permeated by the thread
Pride and pain for those terrible years.
Think, remember to honor and store,
We always owe our great -grandfathers and grandmothers,
The hearts of each of us are permeated by the thread
Pride and pain for those terrible years.